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Jesus, my Lord, I yearn for Thee,
How sweet art Thou to me!
O that we're taken up today
Fore'er with Thee to stay!
O Thou the Balsam of the garden,
O Thou the sweet Rose of Sharon,
Thou art the Lily of the Valley,
How shall I part with Thee?
In all the world there's not a sound
That can Thy mercies sing,
Nor has that heart on earth been found;
Thy brimming love contain.
Though hearts are faint and tears do flow,
Our sighs we can't control.
When of Thy compassion I think,
Grief goes and joy comes in!
Great is Thy love that far transcends
The bounds of time and realm.
Tis the Beloved who can tell:
Thy love all loves excell.
- Translated from John Sung Revival Choruses.